Ellie glanced around the room and wrinkled her nose slightly. It wasn't that she objected to luxury, but she preferred it to be somewhat less overdone. Banishing a few of the more kitchsy items to the ether with a wave--"I'll put them back before we leave," she promised Aziraphale--she set about putting away the few things she'd brought with her.

"I'll be honest with you, I'll be very surprised if we actually find her," she confessed after a moment. "Or if she stays put long enough to listen without frying us both where we stand. Those ham-handed idiots both sides have been sending at her have taught her to attack immortals on sight and then run. From what I gathered, Mictain hadn't even made any threatening moves when she blasted him, although I'd trust the big dolt's word on that about as far as I could throw him."